He had streaked through the snow ahead of Rudi like white lightning and if he sensed at any time that the horse was tiring, he would circle back and snap at his heels. With the freezing wind searing the insides of his nose and lungs like cold fire as they careered along the plain, Nat’s brain was invaded by a string of jumbled thoughts from Woody, mixing with his own to form a string of scrambled words inside his head. Rrrruuuuuuuuuuun! Rrrruuuuuuuuun! Rrrruuuuuuun! Ouuuttaheeeere! It helped to keep thinking it, Woody running in front, Nat riding behind, each urging the other on with the shared rhythm of the words. There was no way they could lead a deadly cloud of mosquitoes with a serious case of the munchies back to camp and endanger everyone else. With the bitten reins trailing out of his reach, Nat relied on his legs to steer the horse after Woody into the forest, his eyes screwed shut, as Rudi weaved and zigzagged, dodging the spiky branches of the trees. As they galloped away from the angry swarm, Nat prayed Rudi wouldn’t run out of steam and, though he wore three scarves around his neck, his flesh prickled and crawled at the thought that any second one of the bloodsuckers would latch on to his bare skin and spike him with that horrible proboscis thing….
What do You think about The Twilight Circus (2011)?
